Dead Calm, Bone Dry

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About the Book:

Just as Ricky is about to be tried for piracy, an ill wind blows a wretched soul into the ship’s brig. A mysterious seaman, William Shakespeare, tells of fleeing the Flying Dutchman, a ghost ship sailed by the dead, demons and worse. Before Ricky can learn more about this outlandish tale, he’s sentenced to hang. As the hangman is about to tighten the noose around Ricky’s neck, the young man bolts from the gallows and dives head-long into the sea.

Now, with the lives of a crew of misfit orphans in peril and the heart of the governor’s daughter on the line, Ricky faces a battle with pirates – both dead and alive – where the destiny of the living and those yet-to-be born hang in the balance.

Will he reach his deceased father before it’s too late? Or will both father and son face eternal damnation due to Ricky’s bitter heart?

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Excerpt:

From the deck of the Dutch frigate, I look onto the wide blue bay filled with ships and boats of all sizes. Below us, dockhands scurry along the wharf, unloading cargo onto wooden carts, while farther down the street, stately men in white straw hats exit carriages. Not far from the edge of a seawall, tents made from sails are strung between palm trees, providing shade for the men lounging about on the beach.

Waves wrap around the rocky headland and peel into the harbor, breaking over a coral reef that marks the edge of the channel entrance. I might appreciate the view more if ropes did not bind my wrists and ankles.

Horrible Horace orders William Shakespeare and me to wait along the ship’s railing while he directs a clot of shabbily dressed boys and girls down the gangplank. Like us, they’re bound hand and foot.

“Don’t tell me those kids were picked up for piracy,” I comment. “Some don’t even look old enough to be in school.”

“Orphans and runaways, most likely. Black Spot runs a tight ship. No room for riffraff and ruffians on his watch.”

“Black Spot?”

“Commodore Blackburn Chamberlin Spotswood, nephew of the governor’s wife. Any who is a lost boy or girl and doth appear healthy is shipped off to work in the sugarcane fields. The diseased and deformed face a more gruesome fate.”

I blink away sweat and swipe my forehead. “What could be worse than working all day in this heat?”

“I dare say thou may find out soon enough.”

About Eddie Jones:

Eddie is founder and CEO of Lighthouse Publishing of the Carolinas. He is also an award-winning author with Harper Collins.

To learn more about Eddie, visit his website at EddieJones.org

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